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I Dreamt a Dream Where the birds chirped along my serenades Where the morose life was unseen And beauty never fades I left a theme A painting of our romance in likeness of Van Gogh I smelt a cream The lusciousness of your skin and all Were it not for reality We would live for a thousand years Were it not for liability Love would not be a debt with humanly fares For do not call romance unworthy It is a Dream undreamt A twosome fury More than heaven-sent We will design our own cloud nine Let it be tainted With the devil's wine But our lives shall not be fated...

With honesty you tell me Whether you love me or Not With clarity you tell me Whether you want me or Not I can finally afford to live 'Cause reality is better than my dreams No debt to give Or so it seems I feel an electrifying rush flow through me The passion of our romance I write down all the lovey-dovey lines you say to me Maybe our fable stands a real chance So with no regrets you tell me Whether you adore me or Not These words I'll never forget just tell me Whether I bore you or Not Never had I had yearnings of these kind before And that is before meeting you Never had I had earnings of these type before And that is after greeting you My songs never had hidden meanings Now they symbolize life and longing I never went through quixotic dealings Now to your essence I find a belonging With all your heart tell me Whether you love me or Not Without recalling your past just tell me Whether you want me or Not Be it spoken or on paper tell me Whe

Note;  The following ode celebrates the 2K views received by the blog. Thanks to all our dear readers for making this triumph possible. Love to all. Slippery snake How I long to hold on to you for a long time It was an honest mistake To call you mine Time won't let me go Just like the ghost of love That won't make you grow old It I forever must serve What have you done to me? What masculine prize do you seek? Not only have you made me fall in love You've let a poet get Lost for Words I searched for every verse Ever dedicated to your beauty It is a curse That there aren't more than plenty I miss every single tear you cried For him I kiss every hindered emotion goodbye And try not to be carried away by sin...

Our time together has put a dent On all the love I lent Who knew you were hell-bent? What we stood for just got up and went Those words we shared That romance we cared All the cupid's bets we dared Yet our relationship never fared All I have is no Regret For those moments spent With your lips so heaven-sent They got my heart spent Remember the last time I told you that you were mine It felt like the first time When I recalled that line You say that I am unforgiving Yet I gave you everything worth giving And I was not worth living With you in a reliving So are you just going to vanish? Reminding me that all we had was a false wish That foremost kiss Our angelic bliss The past would you forego? The future we cannot foreshadow You are my dear and you just can't go Leaving me desolate and so low Our love had taken its toll An affinity nothing but a poll In which we voted off our soul To the devil's goal...

Rejoice in my despair For I have not brought you enough sorrow Showing me that you still care If I'd be alive tomorrow Highlight your love for me in a moonlit shadow Proving that you still care If I'd be here tomorrow Life after death is not fair Rejoice in my despair Your hatred never seemed so shallow Showing me that you'll still be there When I'm gone tomorrow...

I open my sleep-ridden eyes Shielding them from the annoying sunlight I stretch my arm to the side To grasp the hand of my wife Like I did each heavenly morning But instead I grab nothing And realize that I had only recently divorced I turn to my side, my heart leaps into my throat The alarm clock glares at me The red numbers, scary and deathly I'm late! I jump off the bed and fiery pain greets me As the table bangs against my knee Overcome by panic, sensing a blur I blindly put on my suit God, it was uncomfortable. I hurry downstairs to the kitchen table Shove the food down my throat My son jabbers away, telling me that after work I should play football with him but that was the least of my concerns He tugs roughly at my shoulder to get my attention And hot, sizzling coffee drops all over me I scream out in agony Overcome by rage, I yell at him And with hurt in his eyes he slumps away Kids, what good were they for anyways!? I rush to the front door pantin